Oh my, the second coming of the Beastie Boys? A new oasis where Ill Communication plays 24/7, processed through an even more punk rock filter? Maybe the more fucked up Nirvana tunes (“Territorial Pissings” and “Very Ape”, for example) combined with the most masterfully crafted Beasties heavy jams curated by a gentleman who is Ad Rock, Mike D, and MCA all rolled into one? [Read more…]